A Merry Little House Poem by vittal vandavasu

I came across a merry little house
From the long tiring walks I had
It stood serene, but with no spouse
I thought this man liked the solitude

Handsome tall oak trees surrounded it,
A gentle wind bent the waving grass,
Gray rocks on which one could sit
And I beheld it with no lass

The butterflies danced around it in circles
The song bird sings the merriest of songs
Enough to enchant any traveler, these miracles
But what was the horror within beauty?

I went inside the house listening silence
The most pleasant and frightening tune ever
There it was, the aftermath of violence
And there was the letter to his lover